Naruto Goes Rogue Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The rustling grew louder, and then they appeared—three wolves, their eyes glowing with malice as they emerged from the shadows. “Well, well,” one of them snarled, his voice dripping with mockery. “Looks like the Moon Goddess’s chosen pup has wandered too far from her pack.” I bared my teeth, my wolf surging forward. “You’ve made a mistake.” The rogue laughed, the sound low and guttural. “Oh, I don’t think so.” They lunged as one, and I moved. I shifted mid-leap, my wolf tearing through my skin in a rush of power. Nora took over, her instincts sharp and precise as she met the first rogue head-on.

With a shove, she stumbled into the woods, the bonds cutting into her wrists as she disappeared into the shadows. Days blurred together as Charollet wandered, hunger gnawing at her insides and exhaustion weighing her down. The forest was unforgiving, its beauty masking the dangers that lurked within. She collapsed beside a stream, her strength waning. The sound of footsteps approached, and she looked up to see a group of men, their expressions hard. "Well, what do we have here?" one of them drawled. "A rogue, by the looks of it," another replied. "Or perhaps a runaway," the first mused. "Either way, she could fetch a good price."

Fight! It was Nara, she was back. Happiness and relief clashed into one emotion, settling in my being. A surge of power exploded through me, raw and intoxicating. My movements sharpened, my claws stretched, and with one swift strike, I raked across the rogue’s throat, tearing it open in an instant. It fell to the ground, limp and lifeless. I attracted the other, digging my claws into its eyes, it howled, but I hit it in its neck and tore out a chunk of flesh, and it instantly went limp.

The newly healed wound breached open instantly as the flesh tore apart slowly. The rogue clenched his teeth and bore the pain in silence. "Say you are sorry!" Nate shouted hysterically, riping the iron brush out of the rogue's stomach. Blood gushed out as pieces of flesh hung over the terrifying wound. "Sorry you can't handle the truth," The rogue hissed under his breath with that annoying grin as if no pain could reach him, "Heir of the beta." Nate let out a growl at the rogue's words and punched him right over the torn open wound. The rogue's arms stiffened instantly, leaving the chains jingling around.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me close, and we ran, leading the group to the safety of the tunnel. I paused as I heard a woman’s cry and I looked back in time to see a young mother get knocked to the ground. She held her newborn tight to her chest and screamed as her other pup was ripped out of her hands by a rogue. I glanced around, there were no guards who would get there in time...the rogue started to run away with the pup, no more than 4 or 5, in his mouth. She was screaming in pain and terror. I moved before I realized it, pulling my hand away from my mate and giving chase. My anger flared out I shifted quickly and caught up faster than I expected. Snarling I jumped up and landed on th

I tell her. "Take me," I plead with the rogue. "Let her go, take me." "And why would I do that?" The rogue says with a sickening grin that makes my skin crawl. "Shit, What do I say?" I ask Dosha. "Take your clothes off. He'll be distracted." She says, and without questioning her at all, I start striping. A second later, I'm standing completely naked, in front of the rogue. His eyes go wide. Suddenly he shoves Odett toward Jess and starts making his way to me with his knife still in his hand.

“Chop wood, fix the roof, hunt. I’m old and I can barely feed myself. In return, I’ll give you a roof and teach you what my father taught me about that power. I’m not a Shaman, but I know enough to help you control the visions before they control you. You need to learn how to hide, or you’ll attract every monster in the woods.” “Why the change of heart though?” I asked. Thorne met my eyes. “Because of how the others look at you. You’re not just a bunch of rogues. You’re a family. If I send you away now, I’m no better than the people who kicked me out.” I took a shaky breath. “Thank you.”

My gaze was no longer that of a council envoy; it was the gaze of a woman who had been claimed by the most dangerous man in the room and had survived the fire. "I am not your doll," I spat, my voice echoing across the clearing. "I am the Luna of the rogues. You can either bow to the strength that keeps this pack from tearing itself apart, or you can find out exactly how much blood I'm willing to spill to make you obey." The silence returned, but the energy had shifted. The rogues looked at each other, then back at me. Slowly, the scarred rogue groaned and pushed himself up, his eyes wide with a newfound, grudging respect. He dropped to one knee, his head bowed.

The woman there looked calm, almost serene, the alpha of the Noar, the luna of the Karin, the central figure uniting two packs. But behind that image was an orphaned daughter, a woman kidnapped, betrayed, and forced to surrender, a woman shaped by loss, rage, and the need for revenge. “I’ll need to be careful,” I said. “More than ever.” Nara nodded slowly. “Roamur isn’t a man who rushes. He watches, waits… and then acts.” “I know.” My fingers tightened slightly around the fabric of the dress. “And that’s what worries me.” I fell silent for a few moments, letting my mind run through several scenarios.

His face was pale red, it was obvious he was still suffering from the bond that had snapped dead. He groaned, “Nora, if you walk out of the borders of the pack tonight, you know what that means,” he growled. “If no pack takes you in before the next full moon, which I’m pretty sure of…” his voice trailed off. My breath hitched. “I become a rogue.” A flicker of shock touched his eyes, and died an instant death. “Nora, you won’t survive that, and you know it. No pack will take a subdued in.”